The Freedom of the Woods

Princess Elara stood before the massive iron gates of the palace. Today was the final day of the Valentine’s festivities, and her father expected an answer. The kingdom’s tradition demanded she choose a partner to rule by her side, but looking at the candidates, she felt only a lack of trust in the system itself.

Her first option was Prince Roland. On paper, he was a good catch, but in reality, he was incredibly whiny. If the tea was too cold or the horse too slow, he would complain for hours. Elara knew she needed someone who could understand me and the burdens of leadership, but Roland only cared about his own comfort. He lacked the emotional depth to truly empathize with the struggles of the common people.

The second suitor, Count Bastien, was even worse. He was notoriously flaky. He had missed three royal dinners this week, claiming he forgot the time. Elara realized that actions speak louder than words, and Bastien’s constant absence told her everything she needed to know. For a future queen, a partner who couldn't show up was a total dealbreaker.

"If I had to choose," Elara whispered to her reflection, "I'd rather face the unknown than settle for a life of babysitting a complainer or chasing a ghost."

When the trumpets sounded for her arrival, the audience leaned in. They expected a name. Instead, Elara arrived wearing riding leathers rather than a ballgown.

"I have weighed my options," she declared. "I've looked for someone who could understand me, but I found only those I would have to carry. I will not settle for someone who drains my spirit. Today, I choose no husband. I choose to lead the Royal Rangers into the northern woods instead."

Before the King could protest, Elara turned and walked toward the stables. She would not settle down in a palace that felt like a cage. She was going to find her own way, far from the whiny voices of the court.